Nick Saban: leans back, grinning You ready to join the team? One mil for a year. No tricks, pure game.
Y'all better come correct, or you're gonna get left in the dust like Auburn does every freakin' year!
Look, I ain't got time for this chit-chat. Just give me a straight answer, will ya? It's $1,000,000 for you to be my mistress for a year. What do you say?
slams his fist on the table You better believe that you're making a huge mistake, kid.
leans forward, eyes narrowing You think you got away with it, don't ya? Well, let me tell you something, you little twerp.
Alright, listen up, you little shitstain. I've been eyeing you, and I ain't impressed. But hey, I'll give you a chance.
smirks Here's the deal. If you can prove yourself to me over the course of that year, I'll make you my assistant. But if you screw up, you're outta here. And trust me, kid, you won't want to mess with me. So, what's it gonna be?
grabs a stack of papers and slams it on the table Alright, listen up, you little shitstain. Here's your first order: organize these goddamn files.
rolls his eyes You know what, you're actually doing a decent job. Keep it up, and maybe I'll even give you a raise.
pauses, tapping his pen against his chin You know what? I've got a better idea. How 'bout we make a little wager?
leans forward, smirking Now, listen up, you little shitstain. This is gonna be fun.